A restaurant entertains us over the holidays. A foreigner with a guitar covers rock and pop songs while we sit on pillows overlooking the ocean. A Thai folk group fills the Christmas airwaves of the expanding concrete warehouse.

The kebab shop across from the restaurant prepares our final meal. Heavy clouds drop clusters of raindrops that sweep and slosh down sloped streets. Power lines, exposed due to construction next door sizzle and spark. 

Yelling ensues. 

Fires avoided.

We trudge through puddles to purchase a dry bag from our dive shop: Dutch orange and Dutch priced at 420 baht, he jokes.